17. An Invitation

Kian

If it weren't for the evidence, my Temptress left on my phone, I would've thought, last night only happened in one of my dreams. I stared at the picture, unable to put my phone down. She looked sexy. She looked like mine wearing my shirt. I recapped in my mind our conversation. I was definitely going to search through all the books in our private library and archives.

I was precisely doing that throughout most of the day when the delicious aroma of food filled my nostrils. I looked towards the door to find Fiorella, holding a trade with food and drinks. She was wearing a very short dress, which was weird because she always dresses elegant and rather conservative.

"Hey." Said Fiorella. As she sauntered toward me with the deliciously smelling food. "I thought you might be hungry. You have been working all day." She placed the trade on the desk and sat on the corner. Her dress goes up, showing an indecent amount of flesh. I looked at her and the trade as if they were snakes.